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From East To West

The morning sun showers its rays, Standing between two mountain's way, The valley of flowers opens its eyes, And washes its face with melting ice, The yellow glow slowly surrounds, Like a majestic king's glittering gold crown. The shinning dew drops down, To kiss the scented lemon grass ground, The raising enemy melts them out But the green lady never worries about, She is in high demand every night, And the virgin dew never get a first night. The cuddling Cock feels so warm, Unfurl its wings and crows nature's alarm, The longing sunflower raises its head, To see her lover and plead for a wed The pine and spruce frozen in cold, Shakes its head and opens it's fold The lazy river deeply snores, Beneath the blanket of frigid ice floor, Awakes from sleep and flows with elated joy, And announces the summer to the tardy school boys. It carries the logs on its back To help the suffering Lumberjacks The serf warm winds blows across, And clear the snow on the uncovered cars, The tiny droplets stick to the panes, On which the naughty kids write their names, It mobs the roads clean and bright, For the frozen ice flakes to turn it white. The moving sun stands at top, Shadows falling on the afternoon back drop, Sober nature alerts its friends, To work for their living before the day ends, Flora and fauna like fleet – footed bees Hurries to gather the Vitamin D The evening princess Golden Crown, Wanna kiss the hottest Day light's Sun, The nature's beauty blushes for million eyes, Waiting to see the romantic skies, She drops the night screen to make her hide, Behind which two lovers peptide. Murkiness fills the cosmos space, And the dancing clouds falls into place The resting time for the Sun, The crescent night lamp glows with fun, The sentinel stars shield the gate And the Gorgeous universe hibernate,

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